Published: March 8, 2025
Mo Tianji chuckled lightly and said leisurely, "In the past, there was melancholy; today, there is gentleness. Two generations of strategists, confronting heaven's secret."
Chu Yang laughed, "Heaven's secret is unpredictable."
Mo Tianji nodded gently, his eyes bursting with intense battle intent, "Yes! Heaven's secret is unpredictable, invincible, and elusive. It has never truly been comprehended by anyone throughout history!"
Chu Yang laughed heartily, "I believe you can win!"
Mo Tianji's expression turned serious, "No, it's we who can win!"
"That's the same," Chu Yang pondered, "Heaven's secret, although it cannot be fully comprehended, sometimes, there will be instances of successfully grasping heaven's secret."
Mo Tianji nodded, "Therefore... even though heaven's secret is mysterious, it is not unbeatable; if heaven's secret does not move, it becomes the enemy's target; thus, heaven's secret must constantly change."
Chu Yang completely relaxed.
Mo Tianji spoke with great seriousness! So serious that it was almost as if he was speaking with his blood and sweat; it was clear he was truly enriching himself and never underestimated his enemies.
Chu Yang understood that the strategies devised by Fifth Melancholy and Diwu Qingrou from two generations of wisdom had thoroughly gained Mo Tianji's respect and now he began to tread carefully as if on thin ice!
What was previously a contest of strength between strategists had now turned into a life-and-death enmity!
In this state, Mo Tianji, as far as Chu Yang knew, was nearly invincible in terms of strategy and cunning!
Chu Yang immediately sent a message to the Sword Spirit to call him back, and then everyone prepared to set off.
Xie Danqiong slumped to the ground, looking somewhat resentfully at Chu Yang, "Boss, can we find someone else for interrogating prisoners in the future?"
Chu Yang patted him on the shoulder and said, "You did great! Among the brothers, we need someone like you. Work hard, and I believe you will become the first tyrant official of Nine Heavens."
Xie Danqiong's handsome face instantly fell, looking like a wilted eggplant.
"Did those two die?" Chu Yang asked.
Xie Danqiong took a deep breath, "Yes."
"That's good! Let's go!" The group shot toward the northwest like lightning.
On the spot, the makeshift interrogation room surrounded by snow walls stood silently.
……
Not long after Chu Yang and the others left, two anxious white-clothed individuals finally returned. From a distance, they saw the collapsed peak and the scene that resembled the heavens falling and the earth cracking, filling their hearts with worry.
The two figured like electricity, first climbing the left peak, scanning the area. There were no traces at all, and no sign of human presence.
They released their divine thoughts to search, but there was also no response.
It seemed that in this vast land, only the two of them remained.
The two searched the mountain sides but found nothing.
Panic filled their hearts as they could not help but call out loudly, "Third Brother! Fourth Brother!"
The wilderness was silent. Their voices echoed far and wide, resonating through the mountains and ravines, an endless roar.
In a place like this, where secret dealings were taking place, it should not have been so noisy. But now, the feeling of ominousness in their hearts grew stronger, slowly suffocating them; they were filled with extreme panic and worry!
What did it matter at this point?
It felt as though something they cherished most was slowly drifting away, ultimately fading silently...
As they shouted and searched, they grew increasingly anxious, running wildly across the mountain, striking out their hands to stir up the freshly fallen snow, searching beneath it.
Finally, they made their way down the mountain...
At last...
"Boss, there are signs of a battle here!" the other white-clothed masked person shouted as he struck out his palm, sending snow flying, revealing traces of a fight—disordered footprints, flecks of blood.
The marks left by blades and swords...